Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seguiré Siendo el Mismo , by - Triple XXXRelease date: 11.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seguiré Siendo el Mismo , by - Triple XXXSeguiré Siendo el Mismo(original) |
| Eres lo unico que me mantiene vivo y con ganas, |
| la unica motivacion para despertama mañana, |
| mis sueños estaban rotos, |
| y tu traistes la alegria, |
| eras ese encendedor que este porro encendia, |
| eres la luz, mi noches, mis dias, mi boo, |
| el sentimiento mas puro que senti nunca, tu, |
| si quise a alguien mas que a mi eras tu, |
| crei en una vida en la que todo eras tu, |
| rien de tous, mi inspiracion se fue de tour, |
| me he quedado mas solo que la una, waiting for you … |
| aqui los dias se levantan con el sol en to lo alto, |
| par mi siempre esta nublado, porque te fuistes de mi lado, |
| me dijo ciao bambino, no cambies me piro, |
| esa mierda blanca te tiene perdido, |
| me dijo sin mi no tendras segundo disco, |
| sin tripas, vacio, queria tirarme al rio, |
| me he sentido como el Flore, |
| el de en medio de los Chichos, |
| estuve cerca de precipicio, |
| los nervios saque de quicio, |
| hay desorden y defectos talento roto por vicio, |
| soy un perro callejero y seguire siendo el mismo. |
| Todavia me acuerdo de la industria, de la «b"y los bidones, |
| robar la hucha del colegio y pensar … |
| de mayor voy a ser como Capone, |
| el negro a mi lado, compartiendo barrones, |
| perros viejos criados en descampados, |
| manos de fango, no «billetonis», |
| pisando charcos, aprendiendo en el barrio, |
| incando el codo en el asfalto, |
| preparado para el proximo asalto,¡un warrior!, |
| siempre he sido una cabeza dura, |
| locuras y diabluras, peleas, huesos y rupturas, |
| me cago en tu estructura,¡no hay mas! |
| soy lo que soy, no voy a cambiar, |
| transparente como el cristal, |
| ire contando mi vida en un track, de crack, |
| voy con mis historias de ciudad en ciudad, |
| pensando en mi futuro, |
| y buscan billete en el rap,¡lo juro!, |
| lucho por mi musica, |
| por el amor de mi amor, |
| por salir de la mierda, |
| levantarme con la luz del sol, |
| no parar de escribir, |
| no parar de darte show, darte flow, |
| lucho para los mios, |
| como en Karate a muerte en Bangkog. |
| La inspiracion necesito para triunfar, |
| si tengo errores puedo rectificar, |
| el Gordo y el Spanish, |
| la fama y los billetes no los cambiaran. |
| Esto no es palabria puerca, |
| seguire siendo el mismo, |
| billetes en una cuenta, |
| no justifican el clasismo, |
| me da fuerza saber, |
| que algunos se identifican con lo que hago, |
| todos hemos pasado malos tragos, |
| todos hemos sido unos vagos, |
| dime quien no hay currado, |
| quien no ha trapicheado por un fajo, |
| a quien no le han clavado, |
| a quien no le han hecho todo el «miau», |
| quien no hay confiado demasiado en un colega, |
| y te ha fallado, te ha dejado todo enmarronado, |
| cara partida, tirado, |
| no quiero falsos en mi circulo, |
| el camino es duro, |
| voy con gente que me aprecia por lo que soy, |
| no porque me coman el culo, |
| soy chulo por naturaleza, |
| gente clara, no espesa, |
| las cosas en la cara, si no, no interesan, |
| sigo aprendiendo, rectificar es de sabios, |
| no me arrepiento de nada de lo que he hecho, |
| es mis tiempos de corsario, |
| De La Calle Vengo, |
| en ella sigo viviendo a diario, |
| subiendo de escalon, soy el Gordo del barrio. |
| La inspiracion necesito para triunfar, |
| si tengo errores puedo rectificar, |
| el Gordo y el Spanish, |
| la fama y los billetes no los cambiaran. |
| Estoy en un cuarto echando a perder, |
| pensando otra vez como coño pude caer, |
| en esa mierda otra vez Manuel, |
| dijistes la ultima vez, que nunca mas okey, |
| que nunca mas lo probare, |
| te esta comiendo el cortex, |
| no creo que importe pagar el importe, |
| por la pureza y no por corte, |
| de sur a norte, desde la costa del sol, |
| a la costa de la morte, |
| quiero gritar si me siente me oye no me ven, |
| I try do that damm thing, |
| be the same everyday, |
| Spanish the name, rap life the game, |
| son perras y putas de mi no la pieis, |
| hoy dan la cara por mi mucho mas de cien, |
| los que me importan son mis hermanos, |
| ¿quieres ganar respeto en la calle?, |
| Spanish no pronuncie en vano ¡ho!, |
| born alone, die alone, |
| dias tristes cambialo, coge ese talento, |
| y multiplicalo, encuentralo, |
| hayalo en tu interior, |
| tu vales compi, sacalo, |
| vivir tiene valor, |
| sal afuera demuestralo, |
| quieres calor, amor, repartelo, |
| es gratis no seas cabezon, |
| si das algo recibe a cambio, |
| un premio una bendicion, |
| sudor costó, nunca estudió, |
| el era vago y soñador, |
| quieria vivir la vida y su sueño, |
| protegerlo, conseguirlo, extenderlo, |
| que su voz, tocara el cielo, |
| no me importa morir hoy, |
| no tengas miedo ve a mi entierro. |
| La inspiracion necesito para triunfar, |
| si tengo errores puedo rectificar, |
| el Gordo y el Spanish, |
| la fama y los billetes no los cambiaran. |
| (translation) |
| You are the only thing that keeps me alive and wanting, |
| the only motivation to wake up tomorrow, |
| my dreams were broken |
| and you brought joy, |
| you were that lighter that this joint lit, |
| you are the light, my nights, my days, my boo, |
| the purest feeling I ever felt, you, |
| If I loved someone more than me it was you, |
| I believed in a life in which everything was you, |
| rien de tous, my inspiration went on tour, |
| I've been more alone than one, waiting for you... |
| Here the days rise with the sun high, |
| It's always cloudy for me, because you left my side, |
| he told me ciao bambino, don't change I'm leaving, |
| That white shit got you lost |
| He told me without me you won't have a second album, |
| without guts, empty, I wanted to jump into the river, |
| I have felt like the Flore, |
| the one in the middle of the Chichos, |
| I was close to the precipice |
| the nerves get on your nerves, |
| there is disorder and defects talent broken by vice, |
| I am a stray dog and I will remain the same. |
| I still remember the industry, the "b" and the drums, |
| steal the school piggy bank and think... |
| When I grow up I'll be like Capone |
| the black by my side, sharing poles, |
| old dogs raised in wastelands, |
| mud hands, not billetonis, |
| stepping in puddles, learning in the neighborhood, |
| putting my elbow on the asphalt, |
| Prepared for the next assault, a warrior! |
| I've always been a hard head |
| follies and mischief, fights, bones and breaks, |
| I shit on your structure, there is no more! |
| I am what I am, I will not change, |
| crystal clear, |
| I will tell my life in a track, from crack, |
| I go with my stories from city to city, |
| thinking about my future |
| and they look for a ticket in rap, I swear! |
| I fight for my music |
| for the love of my love, |
| for getting out of shit, |
| get up with the sunlight, |
| don't stop writing |
| not stop giving you a show, giving you flow, |
| I fight for mine |
| like in Karate to the death in Bangkok. |
| The inspiration I need to succeed, |
| if I have mistakes I can rectify, |
| the Fat and the Spanish, |
| fame and tickets will not change them. |
| This is not pig talk, |
| I will remain the same |
| tickets in one account, |
| they do not justify classism, |
| It gives me strength to know |
| that some identify with what I do, |
| We've all been through bad times |
| We've all been lazy |
| tell me who is not currado, |
| who has not dealt for a wad, |
| who has not been nailed, |
| to whom they have not done all the "meow", |
| who has not trusted too much in a colleague, |
| and he has failed you, he has left you all brown, |
| split face, pulled, |
| I don't want fakes in my circle |
| the road is hard |
| I go with people who appreciate me for who I am, |
| not because they eat my ass, |
| I'm cool by nature |
| clear people, not thick, |
| things in the face, if not, they do not interest, |
| I keep learning, rectify is wise, |
| I don't regret anything I've done, |
| it is my corsair times, |
| I come from the street |
| in it I continue to live daily, |
| going up a step, I'm the Fatty of the neighborhood. |
| The inspiration I need to succeed, |
| if I have mistakes I can rectify, |
| the Fat and the Spanish, |
| fame and tickets will not change them. |
| I'm in a messing up room |
| thinking again how the hell could I fall, |
| in that shit again Manuel, |
| you said last time, that never again okay, |
| that I will never try it again, |
| the cortex is eating you, |
| I don't think it matters to pay the amount, |
| for purity and not for cut, |
| from south to north, from the costa del sol, |
| to the coast of death, |
| I want to scream if you feel me, hear me, don't see me, |
| I try to do that damm thing, |
| be the same every day, |
| Spanish the name, rap life the game, |
| They are bitches and whores of me, do not lose it, |
| today they stand up for me much more than a hundred, |
| the ones that matter to me are my brothers, |
| Do you want to earn respect on the street? |
| Spanish do not pronounce in vain ho!, |
| born alone, die alone, |
| sad days change it, take that talent, |
| and multiply it, find it, |
| have it inside you, |
| you're worth it buddy, get it out, |
| living has value, |
| go outside show it, |
| you want heat, love, share it |
| It's free, don't be stubborn |
| if you give something receive in return, |
| an award a blessing, |
| sweat cost, never studied, |
| he was lazy and dreamy, |
| he wanted to live life and his dream of him, |
| protect it, get it, extend it, |
| that his voice touched the sky, |
| I don't mind dying today |
| don't be afraid go to my funeral. |
| The inspiration I need to succeed, |
| if I have mistakes I can rectify, |
| the Fat and the Spanish, |
| fame and tickets will not change them. |
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|---|---|
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| De Vuelta | 2010 |
| Somos De La M ft. Jefe de la M | 2010 |
| Hora De Ganar | 2010 |
| Primera Clase Intro | 2004 |
| 4 Life | 2010 |
| Mi Sueño | 2004 |
| Seguimos En Pie | 2010 |
| El Pueblo Está Hablando | 2010 |
| ¿Kieres Jugar? ft. Jefe de la M | 2004 |
| Un Día D`Estos | 2004 |
| Un Día D'Estos | 2004 |
| De Tranki 2 | 2004 |
| No Te Rindas | 2010 |
| Arriba Las Manos | 2010 |
| Sacando El Lion ft. little pepe | 2010 |
| El Reino Del Sol | 2010 |
| Freaky Gal ft. Ijah, Nabu | 2004 |
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